It is never too late for any of us to take flight. Though it took me almost 50 years to figure out I didn’t want to pretend to be okay anymore, I am two parts laughter, four parts truth, and a half pound of tragedy, sprinkled with equal amounts of hope, bravery, and vulnerability. I feel strongly that everything should be served on a giant plate of irreverence with a large glass of compassion and kindness. Divorced and dating, I am the mother of three adult children and recently welcomed my first grandchild. Despite my mother telling me that being a writer was a very bad idea, I am fulfilling every daughter’s dream of proving her mother wrong and intend to write like nobody’s reading.